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“Be good and always listen to your uncles,” I told the kids, trying to sound cheerful and calm. when, in reality, I was dying of worry inside. “Never stray away from them, for any reason… and don’t take off your bracelets, ever.”
Oh, come on, let them breathe, Reiner chuckled.
Shut up, I grumbled.
I was happy the kids had the chance to go on vacation, have fun, and enjoy a week of indulgence with their crazy uncles… the only thing I wasn’t happy about was not being there to make sure they were okay every minute.
Having partially solved the problem with AirTags eased my mind just a little.
“Yes Mommy,” Violet smiled, as excited as her brother: neither of them could sit still in their
seats, thrilled beyond measure for their trip.
“And keep your seatbelts on for the whole flight, okay?” I added, double–checking that they
were properly buckled in.
“Sweetheart, they might have to go to the bathroom sometime,” Reiner laughed, this time
placing a hand on my hip to gently pull me up. “We really need to get going, now. We’re already
delaying the flight.”
“Don’t worry,” Wayne laughed, with Moses‘ carrier, which the kids had insisted on bringing
along, on his lap. Mom and Dad could be snubbed, but the cat… heaven forbid they left the cat
back. “The plane is ours, after all.”
“But the runway isn’t,” Reiner said. “And we can’t delay the whole JFK.”
I knew he was right, but… gosh, it was the pups‘ first vacation without me – or rather, without
parents.
I hadn’t been apart from them for a day since they were born – and knowing they’d be away for
an entire week… it wasn’t easy.
They’ll have fun, I told myself, trying to calm down. It’s a good thing. It’s positive.
They would have fun, and so would Reiner and I: I knew this vacation was a great opportunity for us too – not just to relax, but to get back in perfect sync as a couple, which is pretty hard to
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do when daily life and two small kids get in the way. A week just for us, to dedicate exclusively
to each other, was exactly what we needed: that was why I’d left Sienna in charge of the business for that week, so Reiner and I could go to the cabin – a secluded, quiet place where we could relax, take a break from the city and, of course, shift.
“Okay then,” I said, swallowing and plastering a smile on my face. “Have a great time, kids. Have fun for Dad and me too, okay?”
“Okay!”
Reiner and I gave the kids one last hug and kiss before getting off Wayne and Ravi’s plane –
but we stayed on the runway until they took off.
My mate held me close until I finished crying: when I emerged from his embrace, though, it
was comforting to see that his eyes were a bit wet too.
With a mischievous smile, he brushed a kiss on my forehead. “And now, my darling,” he said,
taking my hand and leading me to the car. “Let our week begin.”
Reiner and I were halfway to the cabin when Wayne FaceTimed us to let us know they had
arrived at his parents‘ house: the flight had been fine, the kids were devouring the cookies
Wayne’s mom had made and Moses was enjoying a nap on the couch. In the afternoon, Lanie
and Rhoda, Wayne and Ravi’s mothers, would take Violet to the beauty salon for a girls‘ outing,
while the boys – meaning James, Wayne, Ravi, and their fathers – would go take a trip to the
swamps to see the alligators.
Reiner took it all in stride – I, not so much. My baby boy, in the middle of a swamp full of
swimming dinosaurs with way too many teeth? I’d lost ten years of my life when Wayne had
told me that.
“Honestly, it seems like a plot to keep my anxiety through the roof,” I grumbled once I hung up.
“Oh, stop it,” Reiner chuckled as we returned to the car after lunch. “They’re having f–u–n. But I
don’t expect you to know what it means, since you’ve never been able to have it“.
I glared at him. “I can’t have fun?” I said. “Have you seen yourself? Rocket transport trucks
drive faster than you.”
“I just drive safely,” he replied, offended.
“No, you drive bo–ring–ly,” I repeated, emphasizing each syllable the way he had just done.
A strange glint crossed his eyes, and he pursed his lips in an even stranger way.
The next moment, the seat slipped from under me as I was pulled to the left: I didn’t even have
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time to gasp before I found myself in his lap.
“What the hell are you doing?” I screamed, shocked.
Reiner smirked, tightening his arm around my waist and pressing me closer to him. “Still
boring, honey?”
“I didn’t mean this! This is dangerous! We’ll get a hell of a ticket if they catch us!”
“They won’t,” he said, rolling his eyes theatrically and planting a kiss on my cheek. “Relax.”
“Are you even sure you can drive like this?”
“Yes, my love, I’m sure.”
Reiner held me on his lap for the rest of the trip – and he did it with a devilish and precise purpose. We’d been back together for two weeks now, but our bond had started to play tricks and highlight the s****❘ tension between us long before: needless to say, the desire was through the roof for both of us.
Just seeing Reiner was enough to bring dirty thoughts to my mind – but being in his lap, feeling his body against mine, his arm around my waist… and his clearly hard d**k? Oh, that
man was truly terrible.
And even though I still believed what I said two weeks ago – that maybe it was better to wait until we found a good harmony and dynamic as a couple and parents before jumping into bed… it was very, very hard to stand by it now.
For the almost three hours left in the trip, he forced me to stay there – of course, pretending not to notice the scent of both our arousal that now permeated the car. He kept me there, to feel how his d**k was growing against me and making me do all sorts of things, like checking the bank account or telling him where to go… always caressing my side and, occasionally, leaving a kiss on my neck, getting closer and closer to my mark but never touching it.
I’d lost count of how many times I’d been on the verge of ordering him to stop in a parking lot – or just turning around, straddling him, and tearing off both our pants. The fact that he was wearing jeans and I was in leggings didn’t help ease my arousal: thanks to the thin and stretchy fabric of my pants, I could feel both his erection and the roughness of his jeans – and both provided wonderful sensations.
my
I knew I was absolutely drenched – to the point of soaking my pants. I could feel v****a throbbing, desperate for s*x, to have that beautiful and rock–hard c**k inside it.
Every good intention I had was about to collapse – not only because of the desire, but because
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I was really starting to reconsider my decision. How many times in the past had we found ourselves again right in the bedroom? Often, it was precisely while making love that we managed to overcome our problems and find peace again. And now it was really hard to keep our bond and instincts at bay.
Another c***k appeared in my resolve when he asked me, with pure Alpha audacity, to
hand–feed him.
And he did it just when we were less than thirty minutes away from the cabin – meaning when
I was already a horny mess and with my wolf, who felt we could shift soon, itching to come
out: my most animal instincts were sharpening – and my wolf was extremely excited by the
idea of feeding and providing for her mate.
Reiner was truly a bastard who knew what he was doing.
It was something I adored.
“You don’t want me to take my hands off the wheel,” he said, with a s**t–eating grin. “That
wouldn’t be safe.”
Oh, you bastard.
I’d been staying put until then, mainly due to my insecurity … but maybe, it was time for that
jerk to taste a bit of his own medicine.
I started running my hands over his chest and arms, leaving a long line of kisses on his neck –
taking every second to reach his ear: by the time I got there, he was already panting.
“Becks…”
“What?” I giggled. “You can torture me for the whole trip but I can’t even give you a kiss? It doesn’t work that way… if you can play with me, then I can play with you.”
I slipped my hand under his shirt, finally reaching his warm skin… and he jolted under me.
“We’re on a road that’s… not very suitable for these things, baby,” he panted. “If you don’t want
us to fly off the side of the mountain…”
I paused for a second, deciding whether to go up or down his beautiful chest. In the end, I
decided to go up, mostly to prolong his suffering.
“But I trust your driving skills … very much,” I murmured, giving him a lick on the neck right where I knew it would drive him crazy. Damn, I loved how he tasted.
Just as I expected, Reiner jolted again, and a low growl escaped his clenched lips.
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“So you’re punishing me, huh?” he chuckled. “I didn’t think you were into that kind of stuff, babe.”
I shrugged. “You know… people change. Evolve“.
After enjoying his pecs enough, I went back down… making sure to take my time on the fantastic V of his groin. And never, of course, going any further – at most brushing against the root of his p***s, which made him growl more than once.
Thanks to the Goddess, the cabin came into view a few minutes later – and Reiner covered the
last hundred meters at a speed I had never seen him do in a car.
I was already giggling in anticipation when he pulled the gear lever – and within a second, he
had pulled back the seat and had me straddling him; his mouth suddenly was my shoulder,
and he started sucking on my mark.
That silenced any giggles.
I groaned, pushing myself against his erection and wrapping my arms around his neck. I
pulled him away from the mark and pressed my lips to his – opening my mouth when he
demanded to deepen the kiss.
“You are… terrible,” Reiner gasped, catching his breath.
“Me? I didn’t just torture you for three hours,” I growled.
This time, he was the one who chuckled: he clamped his hands on my hips and moved me
along his erection in one long stroke. The repetitive motion was enough to make me melt against him I was so desperate for a little friction that even that almost brought me to the brink of o****m, especially when he changed the angle of my hips so that my clit also
received … due attention.
“Torture you, huh?” he chuckled. “What strong words are we using here. And how would I have
tortured you, shall we hear?”
“You know very well, asshole…”
His mouth returned to my mark, taking my breath away as he began to draw lazy circles with
his tongue.
“Reiner …”
“Tell me you want it,” he growled. “Because I don’t know how much I can take if you keep this
up.”
f**k good intentions.
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Reiner and I were fine – the only source of tension between us was precisely the lack of s*x.
And we were finally alone.
I deepened my hand beyond the hem of his boxers and finally tightened my hand around his mighty c**k, making him moan.
“I want this more than anything else.”
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